"Lion’s Pride: Beast Mode Activation"
As the golden car soared through the air, its tallic fra began to shift violently. Cracks ran across its body, gleaming parts broke apart mid-flight, transforming piece by piece. Streams of Originat surged toward it like rivers feeding a god. And as Drake witnessed the transformation, a gnawing sense of dread crept up his spine.
The golden car reford—and what erged from its shell was no longer a vehicle. It was a massive golden Sun Lion, blazing with radiant might.
ROAR!
The beast bellowed into the sky, its thunderous roar shaking the heavens. The sound rippled across the battlefield like a divine decree—an undeniable proclamation: The King of the Jungle has arrived.
If not for the fact that everyone had seen it morph from a car, they might have believed it to be a real Sun Lion. Its overwhelming aura was that convincing.
"So this is one of the epic chas..."
"Yes. I never thought I’d live to witness one."
"I’ve heard chas have made battling beasts easier than ever before..."
"But alas, when will they be available to us? Only the wealthy can afford chas with their sky-high prices."
"You’re right. Always the rich..."
Drake caught their murmurs from afar. Though the crowd stood at a distance, their words still reached his ears. His eyes locked onto the towering cha Lion before him. He never imagined chas existed in this world—yet here it was, crafted to sync perfectly with Originat.
"Are you scared?" Leo’s voice echoed from within the lion’s mouth. The cha Lion’s glowing gaze fixed firmly on Drake.
"Why would I fear this toy?" Drake scoffed, voice calm, provoking. Leo’s reaction was imdiate—a flash of rage and frustration burning behind his unseen eyes.
"Then let show you what this toy can do," Leo snarled.
"Sun Lion Art: Pounce of the Lion!"
In a sudden burst of speed, the cha Lion lunged, its claws slicing through the air as it ca down like a predator from the heavens. Drake step-shifted to the side at the last mont, just as the cha’s claw slamd into the earth, tearing the ground asunder.
"It can use skills?" Drake’s brows furrowed. He stepped back, a flicker of intrigue in his golden eyes. The cha had shocked him. He didn’t expect such tech to exist here. Now, he couldn’t help but wonder—did those old n at the top each have one too? Just how terrifying would they be while riding beasts like these?
Leo, furious from missing the first strike, didn’t let up. Blow after blow rained toward Drake, relentless and savage. The attacks were ant to kill.
But Drake wasn’t idle.
His eyes narrowed.
With a flick of his hand, he drew his scythe.
"Death Art: Death Crescent Slash!"
Originat coursed into the Death Reaper, bathing the weapon in chilling energy. Drake crossed both blades together, then slashed in an X—an ominous arc of spectral death slicing through the air.
The cross-shaped slash collided with the cha Lion, crashing into its golden torso. A powerful explosion of force rang out as the lion staggered. The damage was visible—a deep cut at its waistline.
But what happened next...
Shocked Drake to his core.
Even the crowd gasped.
Before their eyes, the cha’s body shimred and began to knit itself back together—piece by piece, the torn tal nded itself. In monts, it stood whole again. As if it had never been struck at all.
A self-healing cha.
Wild.
Their battle raged on—neither side giving ground. The lion couldn’t land a decisive blow on Drake, but Drake, who had managed to injure the beast, grew frustrated watching it repair itself endlessly. It was this healing factor that allowed the cha to maintain parity with him, creating a vicious stalemate.
Still, through the chaos of combat, Drake was learning.
He watched.
He studied.
He adapted.
The cha Lion ran on Originat, just like a real Sun Lion Beast. Its skills were beast-like, but supercharged—amplified to terrifying degrees. No weakness was imdiately visible... but Drake didn’t need to find one.
He would make one.
And now...
He had found the perfect skill.
The one that would end it.
"Devouring Art: Devouring Strike"
The Death Reaper was cloaked in pulsing Devouring energy as the two titans clashed once more. Drake’s scythe cleaved through the air, striking the cha Lion with a force that shook the battlefield—and he didn’t stop there.
"Devouring Art: Devouring Void Step!"
He wouldn’t let the opportunity slip. While Leo remained inside the cockpit of the Lion’s Pride, a jarring alert echoed in his ears:
[An unknown energy is interfering with the Originat transmission of Lion’s Pride. Detecting disruption: facilities cannot neutralize this energy efficiently in combat. Unknown Energy is absorbing Originat and draining internal reserves.]
Leo’s expression darkened in the cockpit.
This—this was the aftereffect of the Devouring Strike. Unlike ordinary attacks that simply caused damage, this technique allowed the host’s fists, claws, or weapon to erase what it touched—devouring both physical and magical essence. It was more than just an attack—it was obliteration.
As the battle dragged on, Leo saw the signs. Lion’s Pride was struggling—Originat flow weakening, performance dipping. Drake saw it too... and he pressed in, scythe flashing with grim intent.
"You’re going to regret ever forcing into this situation," Leo growled through clenched teeth.
Drake only snorted, his silence more nacing than words—until...
"Lion’s Pride: cha Mode Activation!"
A tidal surge of Originat flooded the cha Lion’s core. It roared again—louder, angrier—then launched into the air.
CLANG-KA-CHUNK!
In the next mont, Drake’s eyes narrowed. The cha Lion’s body cracked apart—fracturing into pieces—and from within its heart, Leo erged, grinning with quiet fury as he stared Drake down.
The shattered remnants of the cha began to twist and contort, reshaping before his very eyes.
KA-CHUNK! KA-CHUNK!
Piece by piece, they assembled into sothing far more terrifying—a golden titan of war, standing defiant beneath the sun. The transformation was seamless, chanical parts locking together with surgical precision.
The new cha glead gold, its chassis igniting with brief bursts of fla.
Its head was helt-shaped, crowned with a golden visor, and glowing twin optics that shone with calculated malice.
The body was layered with interlocking armor plates forged from rare, high-density tal—crafted to resist even the strongest weapons.
Its arms, brutal and articulated, ended in deadly clawed hands. Its legs, reinforced and thick, radiated raw power.
But it was the chest that held the most striking feature—a lion’s head carved into the plating, a symbol of terror and supremacy.
The cha stood tall and ominous, its angular form reflecting the sun in a brilliant, almost divine sheen.
Drake’s expression darkened. Even with the Devouring Dragon Abyssal Eyes, what he saw only made his breath catch.
There were no wires within its body.
None.
The Originat itself had ford living channels—adaptive and self-repairing. Even if severed, they could reconnect instantly.
This wasn’t just engineering—it was evolution.
The realization hit hard.
This world’s Origin Content Technology had surpassed his expectations by miles.
The cha didn’t just function—it lived. Drake could feel it, the faint whisper of consciousness... as if the machine had a soul.
"Surprised?" Leo’s voice pierced through Drake’s thoughts, dragging him back to reality. The astonishnt in Drake’s golden eyes didn’t go unnoticed.
"There’s more," Leo said with a smirk.
Then he walked forward. The cha didn’t open. It didn’t need to.
Leo phased through the chest plate as though it were air, seating himself calmly inside the cockpit.
ZZT-ZZT—BZZT!
ROAR!
The Golden cha roared to life. Its golden optics blazed to full brightness—and from its core, the phantom of a domineering lion erged.
The cha shifted its head...
Its gaze locked on Drake.
Then, in an instant—
It vanished.
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